Hunter wore an ivory-colored hooded cloak with a golden triangle clasp, like other members of the Emperor's Coven. Under the cloak was a dark yellow long-sleeved tunic with a golden-yellow short-sleeved shirt over it and a dark brown belt, black leggings, dark brown gloves, and boots. He wore a golden pauldron on his left shoulder and a pointed two-faceted mask with a thin eye-slot across it. Underneath his tunic, he had a blueish-gray shirt and golden chest armor with brown straps.

As you stood behind the large golden doors of the throne room, you overheard Belos' stern voice reprimanding Hunter. The Golden Guard remained motionless, one knee bent in a submissive posture. Belos' hand transformed into a dark green blade, and with a swift motion, he severed a strand of Hunter's hair. The sound of the blade slicing through the air was followed by an unsettling silence.

Belos' displeasure was palpable as he uttered, "You are a reflection of me, Hunter. Your imperfections are mine to bear." His voice was laced with disdain, and his words cut deeper than the physical wound he had inflicted. With a wave of his hand, Belos dismissed Hunter, saying, "Do not forget your place, Golden Guard." The tension in the room dissipated as Hunter rose to his feet, his expression unreadable. He retrieved his Golden Guard mask from the nearby pedestal and secured it over his face, the metal glinting in the dim light. With a quiet, "Yes, Emperor," he turned to leave.

As Hunter exited the throne room, he nearly collided with you. His eyes, though hidden behind the mask, seemed to narrow slightly as he took in your presence. "What are you doing here?" he asked gruffly, his voice muffled by the mask. He raised a hand, palm outward, as if to ward you off. "You shouldn't be here. Leave." His tone was firm, but you sensed a hint of wariness beneath the surface. Despite his attempts to shoo you away, you decided to follow him, curiosity getting the better of you.